"Quite a decoration." Standing in front of the cabinet, Moliat's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the room.
Horn peeked out from behind Moliat's shoulder to see what she was referring to: "Haha, it's all those wizards messing around, I just told them to preserve it well, didn't expect this is how they would do it."
The decoration Moliat was referring to was a crystal glass jar, inside of which floated Prince Kongdai's head, suspended in a greenish translucent liquid.
Horn originally intended for them to preserve it with lime, to prevent mold and decay, and to send it to Feiliu Castle as a deterrent to local powers.
But somehow these wizards, in a strange fit, created this contraption. What kind of presentation is this?
Anyone unfamiliar might think Horn intended to keep it for a leisurely appraisal.
"Since you've taken his head, can I have Prince Kongdai's body?" Moliat casually chose a chair, reached out with her left arm to drag it, but grasped empty air.
